"Okay, thank you." Jiang Sui deliberately acted polite and courteous.

Xiang Baiwei sighed inwardly, poured some water, added some boiled water, and brought it to Jiang Sui's left hand: "Is it easy to take?"

Jiang Sui wanted to say that it was hard to hold, but he knew he couldn't push it any further, so he quickly said, "It's okay, it's just a water cup, not chopsticks, you can still hold it."

After saying this, Jiang Sui was secretly happy.

Fortunately, the injury was only to the right hand, and fortunately he is not left-handed.

In the coming days, it will definitely be difficult for him to eat, and he will have to "trouble" Bai Wei more then.

This way, the two of them will have more time to develop their relationship.

Xiang Baiwei looked at his right hand, which was almost like a dumpling, with a worried look on her face: "Your hand is injured like this, what are you going to do in the future?"

"My hand can still heal. It's just a minor skin injury. It will only cause trouble for a few days. Don't make it sound like it will never heal." Jiang Sui patiently corrected her wording.

"I know, but you are a teacher and you have to prepare for the exam. Your daily eating and brushing of teeth will be affected. Alas, why did you hurt your right hand?" Xiang Baiwei felt worried for him just thinking about it.

The most important thing is that during this period of time, as a wife, friend, and partner, I must take good care of him.

Xiang Baiwei originally wanted to slowly distance herself from him.

Now that this incident has suddenly happened, I'm afraid the distance between us won't be shortened in a short while.

Jiang Sui looked at Xiang Baiwei, who was worried, and decided to take a step back: "It's indeed troublesome, but you don't have to worry. At least my left hand is fine. I can try not to write on the blackboard during class. I can also eat with my left hand. It's just a little slower, so it shouldn't have any big impact."

It sounded feasible, but Xiang Baiwei was used to taking care of him in her previous life, so she couldn't control her concern for him: "You just like to show off and don't take these things seriously. You will suffer in the future."

Jiang Sui was secretly delighted by her reaction.

Next, he planned to seize the opportunity, such as playing a trick of self-torture, and maybe make Xiang Baiwei develop some good feelings towards him.

That night, Jiang Sui politely declined all offers of help from Xiang Baiwei and ate and washed himself with one hand.

While washing up, Jiang Sui felt sorry that the clothes he was wearing were just changed in the morning and were not dirty at all.

If it is dirty, she can ask Xiang Baiwei to help her change her clothes.

But then he thought, Xiang Baiwei would definitely help him wash her clothes after changing them. The well water in the yard was too cold, and he seemed reluctant to let Xiang Baiwei touch the cold water.

The next day, Xiang Baiwei looked at Jiang Sui, who was slow but basically able to take care of himself, and she felt completely relieved and started to work on other things again.

And these so-called other things include building auxiliary houses.

Jiang Sui originally thought that his injury would allow Xiang Baiwei to temporarily forget about this matter, but he didn't expect that she actually still remembered it, which made his mood fall to the bottom again.

He was unwilling to sit and wait for death, so he deliberately used his injured right hand several times in school.

Of course, after class, he also transferred all the work that could be handed over to others to Ma Fengcheng as a punishment for Ma Fengcheng messing up his job by giving him wine.

Xiang Baiwei came back on time to prepare lunch. When she got home, she found the door was not locked, so she quickly opened the door and walked towards the kitchen.

Then she saw Jiang Sui who was busy making lunch. The blood on Jiang Sui's injured right hand had seeped through the bandage, which looked particularly glaring.

"You're back?" Jiang Sui saw her coming back and deliberately hid his hands behind his back, "Well, the rice is almost ready, but the dishes will have to wait a while. You're busy in the workshop, and I'm afraid you can't handle it."

"Let me see your hand." Xiang Baiwei walked over with a cold face, "Let me see how badly it's injured."

"I'm fine," Jiang Sui hesitated and refused to show his hand. "In fact, I've said it many times. I only suffered superficial injuries. It's really not serious at all. You don't have to worry about me so much."

"I have my own eyes." Xiang Baiwei said coldly, "Stretch out your right hand and let me see."

Jiang Sui was waiting for this sentence and slowly stretched out his right hand. A lot of bright red blood had seeped out of the thick bandage.

"Is the wound split open?" Xiang Baiwei looked at the stove, kicked all the firewood aside, and then pulled Jiang Sui's uninjured hand out, "I'll take you to the health room to rebandage it."

Jiang Sui, who was extremely touched by this concern, suppressed his joy and continued to provoke Bai Wei: "Are you so worried about me? Actually, I'm fine. I just didn't pay attention when I was cutting vegetables just now, and I used too much force with my right hand, and that's what happened."

Xiang Baiwei locked the door angrily, then looked at Jiang Sui who didn't care, and lowered her voice to teach him a lesson: "Do you want your hand to be completely disabled? Don't forget, you need this hand for work and study!"

The angrier Xiang Baiwei was, the happier Jiang Sui felt.

But fortunately, he still had some sense and knew not to show it: "It's my fault. I made you worry. Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry, you don't have to apologize to me." Xiang Baiwei realized that her emotions were a little intense, turned her head, and continued walking forward with a stern face.

On the way, he met some familiar villagers. When the villagers saw the glaring bandage on Jiang Sui's hand, they started shouting and asking questions.

Xiang Baiwei, who was already unhappy, felt annoyed and pulled Jiang Sui to walk on a quiet path to the side.

When they arrived at the clinic, Xiang Baiwei stood next to Jiang Sui and insisted on taking a closer look at the condition of his wound.

Jiang Sui didn't want her to see it at first, but after thinking carefully, he thought that perhaps his wound could make Xiang Baiwei feel sympathy, so he no longer refused stubbornly.

Sure enough, after seeing the wound, Xiang Baiwei said nothing. When they got home, she pushed Jiang Sui into the house without saying anything: "During the time when your hand is injured, don't do housework or use your right hand anymore. Take good care of it for me."

"It's just an injured hand. It's not like you can't do any work." Jiang Sui followed Xiang Baiwei into the kitchen with a smile, "I can help you light the fire and add some firewood. One hand is enough."

"You really want me to be cruel to you, don't you?"

Seeing that Xiang Baiwei seemed to be about to get angry, Jiang Sui quickly nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll listen to you."

While eating, Jiang Sui was thinking about the room he was going to get, so he asked about Xiang Weiguo's marriage: "How is the preparation for your wedding room going?"

Xiang Baiwei was stunned for a moment: "I almost forgot, my eldest brother is talking about marriage, but it seems that our family does not have enough money to build a house for him."